you're nice.

Thu, 02/01/2018 - 22:44 -- puffin

If I could find a mirror,
I'd clean it through and through.
Then, resolutely,
I'd show a star to you.
While superficially unassuming,
Within the glass you'll find
Ghosts of a cosmos once blooming;
Seeds our ancestors left behind.
When the light strikes it so,
Make no mistake.
You are a star lit aglow
Which darkness may never overtake.


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